I have songs from Britney Spears on my playlist, which I don’t delete, just to have them pop up at unforseen moments. My body breaks into spasms, the moment I hear them, which is a great way to stay awake when working late.

The RAZR usually shows the T-Mobile logo on the outside screen when the flap is open. Thankfully, the phone has a very nice filesystem inside, which you can access using Moto4lin. This allows me to modify anything inside the phone, including the logo, which is a gif file you can easily replace. Hence, I am no longer a walking-talking advertisement for T-mobile — I’m now advertising arnab.org!:

Installing MP3s for ringtones is as simple as a copy / delete / reboot, as described here. The requirements on the page seem to be too stringent, my current ringtone is the intro to Joe Satriani’s “Why”, which is available in mp3 form from his website.

The next step is to get this syncing somehow with Evolution, however writing a conduit for such things is usually too complicated for what it’s worth.

September 6th

Today is an amazing day for my fingers. First, I decided to bike down to school, instead of the planned bike-and-then-bus schedule, which left my fingers fairly numb due to the cold wind. On my way into the Art, Architecture & Design building, I decided that it would be a good idea to keep the locked door ajar, so that others after me could get in. Of course, my left index finger decided to help out by placing itself conveniently between the concrete block stopper and the door; resulting in a cut fingertip and a nice bloodclot under the nail.

The right index finger was getting jealous, and decided to make its move at lunch. This is when I give my dear readers a fascinating piece of advice: When you are working with Swiss knives, it is not a good idea to put them in the back pocket alongside your wallet. Atleast not with the corkscrew side sticking out. Because if you do that, your right index finger will decide to make sweet love with your corkscrew instead of your credit-card carrying wallet, yeilding cute little droplets of blood in front of the cashier, who is wondering why you are jumping up and down, all you bought was a stupid pizza and coke.

I guess this is a good time to unlearn my two-finger typing and actually learn how to use all my fingers on the keyboard.